He works with the Chinese and has a very good relationship with them. They bring him rare varieties of tea from China. The Chinese told him about the “soul of tea.” The soul of tea is a dark plaque on the walls of the cup and the boiler. The more it is, the better the tea is. They just wash the dishes. I told this to the bat and now every day I hear from the kitchen: "Mother, why did you wash the cup? You killed my “soul of tea”!”Well, my mom doesn’t like dirty dishes.